In Our Strange Gardens – The 52nd Book

December 30th, 2009 - written by

I’m really tired but also a little anxious and quite a bit relieved. Reggie and Bob weren’t doing it for me either. A commenter posited that it was so hard to find a book because #52 was supposed to mean something more, something to speak for the previous 51 books, to represent. And yes, I agree. I couldn’t choose a book that seemed appropriate for the final book.

I was avoiding reading In Our Strange Gardens because of it’s length. It’s only 80 pages when translated from French. How could I end the resolution with an 80 page book? But all day today I was telling myself that the resolution was over, that 51 had to be where it ended. I even got into bed telling myself it was over, you can relax now, it’s done and 51 is just fine. I hadn’t completed a book in almost a month.

Then I looked over at the book that my sister let me borrow and I just started reading. She really beamed up when she loaned it to me, and I still hear those words that I so often say to other people, “I can’t tell you why I loved it, I just did”. I guess that stuck with me.

So, resigned to failure I started reading the book and a few hours later I had it finished, and yes, it is a wonderful book. So simple and true, and much more full of life than other books with a higher page count with more to say that is quickly forgotten. But not here, not with these characters and these sacrifices and how the story is told, with the end at the beginning, the beginning in the middle, and the end back where you started the whole thing. And through this whole circuitous read you are totally engaged, and time fades away, and before I knew it, I had my 52 books.


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2009 Reading In Review – The Numbers

December 29th, 2009 - written by

13,400 pages.
4,020,000 words.
20,100,000 total letters.
36 Pages Per Day
Total Spent on Books: $611.
Cost Per Page: $0.04.

SO Worth It

Book Author Week Started Finished Days Pages Rating
Born Digital Dan Palfrey 1 01-01 01-07 7 290 5
The Last Lecture Randy Pausch 2 01-08 01-10 3 206 7
Good To Great Jim Collins 3 01-10 01-20 11 218 6
Sparks Peter Benson 4 01-20 01-27 7 222 5
The Book Thief Markus Zusak 5 01-28 02-06 10 550 9
The Yankee Years Joe Torre 6 02-07 02-15 9 477 7
The Tipping Point Malcolm Gladwell 7 02-23 03-02 8 280 8
The Alchemist Paulo Coelho 8 03-02 03-03 2 167 8
On Writing Stephen King 9 03-04 03-11 8 288 10
The Elements of Style William Strunk 10 03-12 03-16 5 95 7
The Book of Dahlia Elisa Albert 11 03-17 03-27 11 276 5
Click Bill Tancer 12 03-28 04-01 5 203 6
Why People Photograph Robert Adams 13 04-01 04-05 5 182 7
The Minds Eye Henri Cartier-Bresson 14 04-05 04-06 2 105 7
Blink Malcolm Gladwell 15 04-06 04-12 7 276 8
Things I Have Learned… Stefan Sagmeister 16 04-12 04-13 2 248 6
When You Are Engulfed In… David Sedaris 17 04-13 04-18 6 323 7
A Year With Swollen Appendices Brian Eno 18 04-19 04-26 8 414 7
The Midnight Disease Alice Flaherty 19 04-26 05-01 6 266 5
Quirkology Richard Wiseman 20 05-03 05-06 4 277 7
A Sense of Urgency John Kotter 21 05-06 05-09 4 194 5
Eat Pray Love Elizabeth Gilbert 22 05-10 05-14 5 334 7
The Wisdom of Crowds James Surowiecki 23 05-14 05-21 8 284 6
Tribes Seth Godin 24 05-21 05-23 3 151 7
Possible Side Effects Augusten Burroughs 25 05-23 05-25 3 291 8
Look Me In The Eye John Elder Robison 26 05-29 05-31 3 295 7
Beginning Database Design Clare Churcher 27 06-01 06-13 13 228 8
Beginning SQL Queries Clare Churcher 28 06-13 06-23 11 210 7
Predictably Irrational Dan Ariely 29 07-03 07-13 11 333 7
Getting Real 37Signals 30 07-13 07-17 5 186 8
Words I Wish I Wrote Robert Fulghum 31 07-24 07-28 5 221 9
The World Without Us Alan Weisman 32 07-28 08-09 13 369 7
Man’s Search For Meaning Viktor Frankl 33 08-10 08-12 3 165 9
The Old Man and The Sea Ernest Hemingway 34 08-18 08-18 1 127 8
The Pearl John Steinbeck 35 08-18 08-19 2 90 7
The Fountainhead Ayn Rand 36 08-19 09-12 23 704 2
Book of Mormon Authorship Noel B. Reynolds 37 09-03 09-10 7 543 7
Homer & Langley E.L. Doctorow 38 09-12 09-16 5 224 7
Nurtureshock Po Bronson 39 09-16 10-10 25 352 6
Of Mice and Men John Steinbeck 40 09-19 09-23 5 112 8
That Old Cape Magic Richard Russo 41 09-23 09-28 6 272 7
A Movable Feast Ernest Hemingway 42 10-10 10-11 2 211 9
Gilead Marilynne Robinson 43 10-11 10-15 5 247 7
The Accidental Billionaires Ben Mezrich 44 10-16 10-18 3 272 8
Indignation Philip Roth 45 10-19 10-22 4 256 6
Bounce Keith McFarland 46 10-22 10-23 2 166 7
Choice Theory William Glasser 48 10-30 11-16 18 340 6
StrengthsFinder 2.0 Tom Rath 47 10-30 10-30 1 174 6
The Accidental Masterpiece Michael Kimmelman 49 11-04 11-08 5 229 6
Ghost Alan Lightman 50 11-16 12-02 17 256 7
A Great and Glorious Game A. Bartlett Giamatti 51 11-21 11-24 4 121 7
In Our Strange Gardens Michel Quint 52 12-29 12-20 1 80 10

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I Fail To See The Problem

May 26th, 2012 - written by

I don’t have a problem. That’s the first thing that I want to make clear. The problem that I’m recognizing but at the same time adamantly denying is that I have a problem completing books. It’s a fact that if you look at my reading history on Goodreads, a place that I unabashedly record my quote/unquote “problem” (I know what I just did was redundant), you will see that I am “Currently Reading” 33 books. The most recent addition to this category is David Foster Wallace’s “A Supposedly Funny Thing I’ll Never Do Again”, which I entered into the system that is Goodreads this evening. The oldest book in that list is “A People’s History of The United States” that I started reading on January 12, 2009. For those unfamiliar with my history, which is ALL of you, that is a lifetime ago. Regardless, it is true that I’m still reading that book. And 32 others.

I really am. Some might say that I have a mood disorder. And those “some” might perhaps be my “doctors”.  But still they are merely opinions. It is true that my attention often goes to the highest bidder, and the bidders change daily and the going rate for my attention differs not only in whatever is analogous to a monetary value, but also by subject matter, or whatever is appealing-at-the-moment.  So right now, according to my bookshelf and the seemingly random placement of the bookmarks in each of those books, I think that instead of my interests growing and fading like the sun between sunrise and sunset, my interests are expanding and I’m currently basking in the perpetual sunlight of 33 works of creative thought in subjects ranging from the spiritual, historical, scientific, fictional, and instructional. Products of the finest minds in their respective fields, and each night I get to choose.

So what’s the problem? There is none, and I’ll prove it to you if you buy me dinner, or if you want the long, more entertaining version, a book. During this time I’ve racked up this huge list of books that haven’t been finished, a situation that many who are on the outside would consider a microcosm of my life in general.  But those people would fail to recognize, and perhaps join the ranks of the growing misinformed, that during the time of 33 uncompleted books that I purchased and began reading but haven’t finished as of today, that there was something else happening. That “something” was perhaps less noticeable, and less obvious. And while even more of these people might see that list of 33 books that I’ve started as evidence of someone with a distracted or uncommitted  mind, or a person that quickly acquires and loses interests quicker than most, they would overlook the 117 books that were started and completed in that same timespan.  117 books that held my interest, that kept me captivated, and several of those that I was saddened by the end, by the turn of the last page and that the book couldn’t go on forever. Everything comes to an end, as many things have, but my interests won’t, my projects won’t, and my list of books that I’m currently reading, much like the parts of my life that I’ve failed, will pale in comparison to the list of books I’ve completed, and the list of things in my life in which I’ve found success.

2012, Book Thoughts, Brian Utley

Jeffrey Archer And My Inability To Properly Summarize

April 20th, 2012 - written by

I haven’t been buying a lot of “actual” books lately. With the availability of digital books, and with the ability to have them instantly “in your possession” when the mood strikes you, buying a physical book has become less common. I certainly don’t buy books at bookstores, hahahahahaha!!  Who does that anymore? It’s like I said almost two years ago on Twitter:

So between books, I found myself at Costco, browsing the books. Costco actually does a good job at picking its book inventory, they always have 5-7 books that are of interest to me. I was with Jenny, who as I have mentioned before helps me take things less seriously, helps me enjoy life, and somehow steers me in a direction where I’m bound to bump into something interesting. I’ll admit, I judge a book by its cover quite often and this book caught my attention. A boat, a silhouette, and the New York skyline of long ago. And the title, “Only Time Will Tell”. I was in a relaxed mood, and I felt like it was time to dive into A STORY. A real story, rich with characters and settings and page-turning narratives. After a quick check of the important aspects of the book, which in my opinion are:

1. Who the author is.
2. The opening paragraph.
3. A random paragraph from the middle of the book.
4. The length of the book, usually to match the estimated time of expected interest.
5. Context of the story.
6. What people say about the book.

The book passed in all areas except number 6. Curiously, not a single quote was about the book itself, but about the author, Jeffrey Archer, who I hadn’t read before but was familiar with. Now, when all the accolades within the book make no mention of the book, that is usually a sign that the book underachieved and that the publishing company hopes to sell copies based on the merit of the author, not on the merit of the story. Despite this glaringly obvious sign that such was the case, I purchased the book. Although I put it down twice before I reached the checkout but finally made the decision after Jenny told me the actualy price was much lower than what the back of the book said. So, for roughly $5 I bought an actual, physical, real-life book, with paper and a spine and everything. I didn’t know at the time what I had gotten myself into.

The book was marvelous, and reminded me at times of Tobias Wolff’s “Old School”, but on a much grander scale. MUCH grander scale. As it turns out, I had unwittingly picked out a book that would was the first of a five-book story that would span roughly one hundred years. It covers the life of Harry Clifton, born into a tricky situation that quickly becomes uncommingly and mesmirizingly more tricky with each turn of the page.

The more I read, the more I was presented with great writing, crisp and clear without wasted sentences or tangential sections. Everything is so neatly packaged that turning the page became an almost subconscious act, keeping pace with the characters and matching the pace of the story and the pace of the writing as if it all came out of Archer at once.  But then it was never too fast, never too slow, everything being presented in perfect order, and even the waiting and anticipation so thoughtfully spaced as to catch the reader not just off guard, but off guard at the perfect time.  There’s a difference, trust me.

I’ve never been good at talking about stories. Which is why I hardly ever do, despite this being a blog about literature. Even with movies, I can’t tell somebody what a movie was about, but I sure can go on and on about what the movie meant to me, what feelings were conveyed, and oh yea, it had something to do with a spaceship having trouble in space, or about a guy whose Dad died and he meets this girl. Yea, that’s the story and the story had depth and all that and most people, when asked “What was the movie about”, can start at the start and finish at the end, and do a great job of summarizing what the movie was about. I’m terrible at that.


I watch movies and I read books similar to how I listen to conversations. And this is something of a pet peeve of Jenny’s.  I listen, but I listen to find the meaning. Contrary to what she sometimes thinks, I understand what she says, and I’m listening to what she’s saying, but what I’m really looking for is what she means. Deep down I’m trying to discover why she’s telling me the story, what is the motivation behind it, and what response she is looking for. Not that she isn’t a great communicator, she is, and not that I always try to placate, because I don’t. Great communication is something that we’ve had from day one. But every person has their own way of saying what they mean, few people come right out and say it, at least the important things, in a way that is without metaphor, or hidden within context that masks the core message. And that paragraph, readers, is a giant tangent. Bottom line is I’m horrible at summarizing stories, but I can analyze the motivation of the person telling it all night long. Jenny might say, “I’m not so sure about living in Pleasant Grove.” Simple enough statement, right? But what were the thoughts behind it? Did something specific happen to make her think that? Is she wanting to improve what she has here? Is she wanting to move altogether? Is this a loose reference to marriage, and the idea of relocation? Is she a spy and has suddenly been discovered? Witness protection program? Knowledge of an impending flood? Can she see the future and had a vision of a string of burglaries? I mean really, her statement could MEAN ANYTHING!

(Catching breath) So, the author, Jeffrey Archer, is pretty incredible. I’m surprised I haven’t read anything of his before. Check out his Wiki page. He knows what he’s talking about. He’s an amazing storyteller.

Lucky for me that once I was far enough into the book I happened upon unexpected news, that this was the first installment of a five-part series. The next book is being published right now and available next month. I can’t wait to find out how the heck Harry Clifton, now an adult, heading into WWII, comes to America and due to unforeseen and miraculous events, choses to take on the name of a dead man, and unselfishly allows reports of his death to spread across the Atlantic to England and collection of people that have become extremely familiar to the reader, with huge implications of his death affecting them all in very different ways.

It’s a great book, a fantastic story, and it has just begun. Highly recommended to all. I’d tell you more about it, but I’m not so good at that.

 

 

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The History of The Universe – Best Told Through Fiction?

March 29th, 2012 - written by

Well it would have to be.  Right?  There are plenty of stories about the history of life, history of civilizations, history of the earth.  Some more accurate than others…  But the story of the creation of The Universe would need to be told by someone who was there for it.  And who could be there before they themselves were created? (see: Paradox)
Few people would be talented enough or have the necessary understanding of the universe and its laws to attempt that story.  But one of them is Alan Lightman, physicist and best-selling novelist.  Now a professor at MIT where he teaches physics, his first love, and writing, his second.  Among my favorite authors, Lightman can entwine whimsical physics and mind-broadening narratives like no other writer today.

There are many things that have brought me a sense of awe.  Watching my first child being born, standing in front of Michelangelo’s David, watching the sun rise on Lake Como from a train window, the first time I saw a Major League Baseball field, surfing dawn patrol with the sea otters and dolphins off Capitola, reading Einstein’s Dreams….  More about Einstein’s Dreams later.  This is about Mr g. the guy (or The Guy) who was there before it all.  And this is about Lightman, who is an author that enables awe and who I’ll describe like this:

Take Brian Greene’s The Elegant Universe.  Then put it away.  Then buy the Cliffs Notes. Because honestly, if you understood it, or say you did, I’d nod my head and later that evening chuckle a little to myself at your expense as I turn out the light.  Because you can’t…. so don’t.  So, take the abridged version of that, add a tablespoon of Horton Hears A Who, two cups of Steinbeck, three ounces of that crazy-ass science teacher from jr. high, and if you have the means, Richard Feynman as a 13 y/o.  Throw it all together and you’d have Lightman’s A Sense of The Mysterious.  An approachable, understandable, and engaging collection of essays about physics (the ubiquitous and oft misunderstood quantum version as well) and the discoveries of everything awesome.  If The Elegant Universe is a barefoot trek with no food through the Sahara, A Sense of The Mysterious is a limosine ride to a hillside ristorante in Tuscany.

So if quantum physics is what you’re after, and you’re smart enough to say you didn’t understand The Elegant Universe, start with A Sense of The Mysterious.  Once your done, see it all in action.  Theories are great, but that’s all they are.  Einstein’s Dreams is a book that puts theories of time and space into action, into stories that you and I can wrap our heads around.  Great books are often hailed as “page-turners”.  Not Einstein’s Dreams.  Einstein’s Dreams is great because the last thing you want to do is get to the last page.  You don’t want to turn the page, you want to reread each page over and over.  You want to read a page and put the book down, look up at the ceiling with a euphoric smile and ask your brain to dissect what you have just read by asking the daydream-inducing question of “what if?”  What if there was a center of time, a place you could go where time stopped, time moving slower the closer you get and with that in mind would you ever get there?  What if time was circular with no end and no beginning with no knowledge of your repeating existence?  What if time could be captured and relived at will, and on and on, each story answering a sliver of “what if” while at the same time creating the curiousity in you to create your own “what if’s” with your imagination.  When someone asks you if you liked the book, imagine answering with a smile fit for a knowing shaaman and the response, “I couldn’t stop putting it down”.

“Some say it is best not to go near the center of time. Life is a vessel of sadness, but is noble to live life and without time there is no life. Others disagree. They would rather have an eternity of contentment, even if that eternity were fixed and frozen, like a butterfly mounted in a case.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein’s Dreams

a selection of quotes from Einstein’s Dreams here.

With that in mind, I discovered Lightman had slipped one past me.  A new book.  A history of the universe, a novel.  Written by mr. g. himself, who existed before time and space, who existed only in the void.  And one day he was bored.  So he created a universe.  Then another and another.  Then he grew more curious and created more things, he created laws.  Then they failed and he created more universes and more laws until he got them right.  Or so he thought.

The stories we have now of The Universe suddenly became silly and minimalist.  Most stories of the Universe and our place in it start with the creation of the Universe, then the creation of Earth, then life, then the inevitable destruction of Earth and then it stops.  In some cases it continues and The Universe just… peeters out.  Being a great storyteller, Lightman has a grander scope.  Being a great theoretical physicist, he does it with reality-checking wonder and awe.  His version of The Universe doesn’t feature Earth or mankind as the subject with the leading role.  I wouldn’t even say Earth, or our existence, would warrant a cameo label.  He presents perspective.

There is something happening that is much bigger than we’re informed of.  Something much more profound and awe-inspiring than we’re capable of comprehending.  We’ve had Carl Sagan and we still have Hubble.  We have the Bible and we’ve had Einstein.  We have quantum physics with worm holes and Entanglement and string theory and multiple dimensions where versions of us are making an infinite number of different decisions with different outcomes.  But we also have sunrises and marble statues and crying babies.  And these all have their special place in The Cosmos.  And somehow, with one eye on infinity and another on now, Lightman is able to give our story here on earth and here in our homes meaning and depth and profundity by unveiling to us how fleeting our time is here.  But that’s not the book’s purpose, it’s merely a byproduct.  How someone could make me feel so large and important by showing me just how small and insignificant I am is beyond me.  But Lightman does it.  And he does it with wit and humor and comprehensible theoretical physics and he did it by putting me in my place, showing me where I am, where I came from, and inevitably where I’ll go.  And that story, when the final word is written about us all, will also be awe-inspring.

What has been your most awe-inspiring moment?

2012, Book Thoughts, Brian Utley

the imperfectionists, again.

January 13th, 2012 - written by

Christmas morning. I don’t remember the exact words, but it was something along the lines of “it looked like something you’d be interested in”. A present from Jenny. The book was VERY interesting, one of the most engaging books I’ve read in a long time, with a cast of authentic and relatable characters. While reading a book that focuses on how little people really know about each other, I reflected, in turn, on how well Jenny did know me, with the book as solid proof right there in front of my face. Jenny and I are different in many ways, but we know each other. She knows enough to read a few words on a book cover and know it’s right up my alley. I’m glad I have that in my life.


I was primarily impressed by the imagination of the author, writing from the perspective of so many different people, and doing it so aptly. It never seemed like it was a single author writing about several different characters, using only his limited knowledge of life gained from his own experience. It ALWAYS seemed like a very personal 1st person narrative. Each writer brutally honest, sincere, and completely revealed, with all their faults and weaknesses. To quote NYT: “[the book] is so good I had to read it twice simply to figure out how he pulled it off. I still haven’t answered that question, nor do I know how someone so young … could have acquired such a precocious grasp of human foibles. The novel is alternately hilarious and heart-wrenching, and it’s assembled like a Rubik’s Cube.”

The views were refreshing. We all struggle. We all have fears and pain and fight the feeling of loneliness. These characters buoyed me not by telling me the loneliness was going away, or that there is always a resolution, they buoyed me because in a lot of ways we are all the same, we all have our frailties, and because of this, we’re not alone. We all fight the good fight, and even though the book was filled with failure and ineptitude, could there be any other single unchangeable thing that we all have in common and ties us all together than our lack of perfection?

I get trapped in the idea of judging myself in many areas based on the relative “distance” I am from someone else in those areas. For instance, if I wanted to be an accomplished author, I picked the wrong book to read because the author is a couple years younger than me and has written a bestseller. Some of the characters were the same, measuring their success on how successful those around them are, or have been. The reader’s advantage is being able to see all the characters from above and see that when comparing people, success, happiness, there is no usable metric. I can’t help but feel that if someone tried to use a metric, deep down inside it would be skewed to side of “I’m not doing enough”. There’s the young, rich publisher who is as alone and as empty as Scrooge himself, and then there’s the old, destitute, and redundant writer who finds safety in a charitable and unconditionally loving son. And who’s better off? Money, family, career, love, accomplishments….In the algorithm of life and happiness, which elements are worth more than others?

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Resolution52 Reopens For 2012 – Gains Co-Author

January 1st, 2012 - written by

So here I am, 732 days later.  I’m gonna do something again.  Coming into December I’m always thinking of the past year and the year ahead, and much like December of ’08, I’m thinking about resolutions and accomplishment.  It has been a couple years since I was last here and now I am returning.  I remember ’09 to be a great year filled with lots of amazing memories and images conjured by the 52 books.

This attempt will be a little different than ’09 though, this time I won’t be doing it alone.

Jenny dalton

Jenny is a mother of two and owner of many books.  She graduated Summa Cum Awesome with a degree in English Literature and has earned several teaching certificates.  She is a voracious reader, follower of celebrity gossip (of which she keeps me well informed), and has an estimated IQ of 213 (I’m good at estimations)  So yea, she’s a genius, and the funniest  person I know.  A small portion of Jenny’s appeal is her lack of concern about publishing her life online, coincidentally, she has NO online presence.  But if there is one thing she loves, it’s literature, so she agreed to be a part of Resolution52, ’12 and I’m very excited because of it.  The site will no doubt be richer, more insightful, and funnier than it currently is, and you will, in time see that.  I’m very excited. It’s a natural partnership.  From the day we met, one year ago, with help from Hornby & Sedaris, books have connected us.  One of  our favorite pastimes is discussing books and authors.  Visits to the Beehive Tea Room are often followed by trips to the used bookstore of Ken Saunders, where we peruse the shelves and recant memories and events that certain books bring up from the past.  And what she says captivates me.  What she says tells me I’m not alone.  And in a certain way, her views and her intelligence and her passion for understanding that is beyond explanation, draws me to her constantly.  We explore our past as we explore the shelves and then leave hand in hand knowing more about each other and knowing more about literature.  Of course there is more to Brian & Jenny than that, but this is a website about literature, not couplehood.  But with her I don’t need to explain what I’m explaining.  She is a woman of unique insight, of incomparable intelligence, and visits to the bookstore are like a cheat sheet into understanding the power that she possesses, the understanding of the world that she holds close and on rare occasions lets me have a quick peak.  And what I see is wondrous, and I beg for more, more of this woman that is unlike any other, a woman that I’ve only imagined in once-thought impossible worlds.

We began reading together a few months ago, without a thought about Resolution52.  I began reading The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and shortly after, she began reading Murder of The Orient Express by Agatha Christie and followed that up with The Murder of Roger Ackroyd as I was finishing Holmes.  Them we swapped.  She told me I would enjoy Agatha Christie.  It was that simple.  See, Jenny knows things.  She knows what’s important and enjoyable and rewarding.  She also knows me better than most people.  So when Jenny says I would enjoy something, I don’t need convincing.  If she thinks it, I know it will be so.  So, I read my very first mystery novel ever.  EVER.

And I’m entranced.  I’m entertained.  I’ve learned once again that this woman will bring amazing things to my life.  I know she knows me.  I know she’s seen my collection of books (which she helped shelve), listened to me pontificate, and because of the trust I have in her, she wouldn’t say something is good unless it is.  And this is my new gospel.  And her recommendations are held in the highest regard, as I hold her character, which is as close to flawless as I ever thought possible.

This year we will share with you what we find in literature, in ourselves, and occasionally, if you’ll allow us, in each other.  And I know she’ll pester me about how many commas I just used, and I’ll smile when she does, knowing that she’s probably right, and knowing that I’ll work on it.  Because she’s smarter than me, smarter than most, and having her in my life will reap rewards beyond what I can express in a blog post.  But this much I can tell you, she sees things that only the unique and gifted can see.  She’ll entertain you and teach you and keep you coming back.  Because she’s that type of woman, with exquisite taste.  She doesn’t waste her moments of reading, each word counts for her.  It’s worth it to listen to what she has to say, and I for one can’t wait to hear what that is.

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